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This video is an interview with Sylvia Plath in 1962. Super cool!

This is a list of Plath's major works from Biography-
 * [|A Lesson in Vengeance]
 * [|Blackberrying]
 * [|Dream with Clam-Diggers]
 * [|Eavesdropper]
 * [|Ella Mason and Her Eleven Cats]
 * [|Epitaph for Fire and Flower]
 * [|Face Lift]
 * [|Fever 103°]
 * [|Heavy Women]
 * [|Love Letter]
 * [|Metamorphosis]
 * [|On the Decline of Oracles]
 * [|On the Difficulty of Conjuring up a Dryad]
 * [|Purdah]
 * [|Sow]
 * [|Stars over the Dordogne]
 * [|Strumpet Song]
 * [|The Death of Myth-Making]
 * [|The Snowman on the Moor]
 * [|Two Sisters of Persephone]
 * [|Widow]
 * [|Wreath for a Bridal]
 * http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/sylvia-plath#about - this link has all the information about the poems.
 * http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/sylvia-plath#about - this link has all the information about the poems.

Born: born on October 27, 1932 in Boston, Massachusetts/ Massachusetts Memorial Hospital

Early life/family background: -Parents: [|Otto Emil Plath] and Aurelia Schober Plath -Brother Warren was born, 27 April 1935. -First home was on [|24 Prince Street] in Jamaica Plain, a suburb of Boston

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Sylvia Plath was born on October 27, 1932 in Boston, Massachusetts in Massachusetts Memorial Hospital. Her parents, Otto Emil Plath and Aurelia Schober Plath played a crucial part in her development throughout her childhood. After Sylvia's birth the family moved to their first home, on 24 Prince Street in Jamaica Plain, a suburb of Boston. Shortly after, her brother Warren was born, 27 April 1935 Warren birth, the family moved to 92 Johnson Avenue in Winthrop, Massachusetts just east of Boston. Their second home is where Plath fell in love with the sea, which she mentioned in several of her earlier writings as a child. Otto Plath was teaching at Boston University and he additionally wrote a book called Bumblebees and Their Ways. All seemed as though it was going well for the Plath’s' when Otto Plath's health began to fail. ‍‍‍Otto died of died of diabetes mellitus ‍‍ on 5 November 1940, a week after Sylvia’s eighth birthday ‍. Two years later, Aurelia Plath moved the family to 26 Elmwood Road, in Wellesley, her Sylvia repeated the fifth grade. Since then, Plath became a star student, and made straight A's the whole way through high school. She excelled in creative writing, which she used as a coping mechanism, to deal with her father death, which was the main root of her depression. Her first poem appeared when she was eight in the Boston Herald. =====

Education: -won a scholarship to attend Smith College, an all girls' school in Northampton, Massachusetts - The benefactress of this scholarship was Olive Higgins Prouty, a famous author. Olive Higgins Prouty lived at [|393 Walnut Street] in Brookline, a suburb of Boston near to Wellesley

Depression:  -After winning a Guest Editorship at // Mademoiselle // at [|575 Madison Avenue] in New York City during June 1953, Plath had a breakdown. - Throughout July and early August, Plath tells us in // The Bell Jar // that she could neither read nor sleep nor write - Poems:

Suicide attempts: On 24 August 1953, she left a note saying, "Have gone for a long walk. Will be home tomorrow." She took a blanket, a bottle of sleeping pills, a glass of water with her down the stairs to the cellar.

Relationship with husband:

Family:

Death:

Historical connections: Poems that were made famous after her death:

[] [] [] > - Sylvia Plath > > - Sylvia Plath, //The Journals of Sylvia Plath// > > - Sylvia Plath, //The Bell Jar//
 * And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt."
 * "Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn."
 * <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; text-decoration: inherit;">"Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace."